Everyone’s asleep besides the lovers
who have just returned from the Jeep’s backseat,
shivering with rain. Not wanting night to end yet,
they grab a bottle of gin leftover in the mini fridge
and tiptoe toward the ...
Sudden Hymn in August by Carlie Hoffman
LAR Online, Poetry
....It no longer feels right to be
...........anywhere bodies aren’t bursting
.......to capacity, the sweat-skunk of man
..............piss thick upon me. Maybe
.....I just need to see another man ...
Mother Darling Flies to Fight Night in Vegas by Alexa Doran
LAR Online, Poetry
Weeks After My Brother Overdoses
I search craigslist for sadness: a white couch the only result.
Happiness lands red shipping containers, and that’s it.
I wander through days like an envelope marked please ...
Two Poems by Kerrin McCadden
LAR Online, Poetry
True North
Provence House, San Diego
After the toasts and cake and dancing
the wedding guests scatter like ants, weaving
dizzy paths back to their cars as we pack
up the bar trays, stack plates, fall to ...
Two Poems by Brenda Taulbee
LAR Online, Poetry
the first movement was this: her touch
in the softness of my hair
my hair giving over to the wilderness under her sun
all day it blew surrendered in its gestures
her hands startled me a little
enough to shake ...
You’ll Be Given Love by Norma Liliana Valdez
LAR Online, Poetry
What does it mean
to owe someone? A cocoon
a small blue egg, a chrysalis? One night,
looking through the dark
window of the bedroom, the wind fierce,
10 on the Beaufort, true Dutch
weather, trees like ships ...
Amsterdam Long Window by Donna Spruijt-Metz
LAR Online, Poetry
Sarah McColl is the author of the memoir Joy Enough. Her writing has appeared in the Paris Review, McSweeney’s, StoryQuarterly and other publications. She has received fellowships from the Millay Colony, Ucross, Vermont ...
Interview With Sarah McColl
Interviews, LAR Online
A distress signal from the deep
end of the pool disturbs my novel. Frantic
SOSs in two-inch concentric circles drummed
by miniscule wings—
and I had such hopes
for the afternoon: shade, pillow, bowl
of ...
Almost Perfect by Michael Mark
LAR Online, Poetry
When asked whether she would continue painting after the death of her husband, Jackson Pollock, Lee Krasner said of her series, Green Earth, “this was my answer.”
As crickets sing relentless ...
The Seasons by Amy Antongiovanni
LAR Online, Poetry
